Facing the girl in the red skirt, Steward Zhao's previous arrogance vanished, replaced by a respectful smile.
"Third Miss, our driver was killed when we encountered the Wolf Tiger Horned Eagle. We happened to meet two men from the Canglang Dynasty here, so we thought they could guide us," he said.
"Those two?" she asked.
The red-skirted girl, her dark eyebrows arched high, stood on the carriage and turned her gaze towards Luo Feng and Zhou Qing.
"Indeed." Steward Zhao nodded, then threw Luo Feng a cold glance and added, "Serving the Third Miss is the greatest honor. However, this young man was ungrateful. I was just about to teach him a lesson to make him remember."
The red-skirted girl patted her lips, stifling a delicate yawn. Her eyes swept lazily over Luo Feng. She waved a small, fair hand and said with a hint of mockery, "He just wanted a little reward, that's all. Give them each a thousand first-grade Yuan Stones, and they can lead the way."
"Yes, Third Miss!"
